The fellow on NPR was describing the newly unveiled presidential coins-- "John Adams looks kind of like Mozart, Thomas Jefferson like David Cassidy, and James Madison looks like a middle-aged high school teacher trying to impress his students-- bald, with a ponytail
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Oh, and this in Virginia. Shit would not fly in New England-- he'd be dragged to court. But. Now I have to find the pages again... From the Secret Diary of William Byrd II:
"2 Nov 1709 I played at [r-m] with Mrs. Chiswell and kissed her on the bed till she was angry and my wife also was uneasy about it...
20 Oct 1711 Jenny, an Indian girl, had got drunk and made us good sport.
21 Oct 1711 At night I asked a negro girl to kiss me."
That was when he was married.
When he was not:
8 Sept 1719... ate some fricasee of rabbit and about ten went to bed with [Mrs. Johnson] and lay all night and rogered her twice..."
Over the next week and a half he sleeps with three other women.
OK and then, in 1720, once he's decided he won't die, "After I was in bed, the maid of the house came into my chamber and I felt her and committed uncleanness but did not roger her." A week later: "I felt the breasts of the negro girl, which she resisted a little... walked a little to pick up a woman and found none." So, uh.
He sounds a little extreme to me-- I don't think every cavalair was so bad but, well, still. He once says, "I gave my wife a flourish," and that kind of won.
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Of all words, he used rogered. Oh, that is too great.
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